Craps brings out the most fun superstitions and paranoia within me.
I was off on the stickman changes. Cost me a $120 6 or 8 and a $50 5. No biggie.
Within the first 3 minutes at the table, the dude next to me stole my come bet. Not that he did it intentionally I think, he’s just a careless gambler, fumbling about with his money. Still, didn’t seem like the right way to start a session off at a table. Except on a Tuesday night at the Peppermill in Reno they only have 1 table open. With blue dice. So I stayed. And I bet my progression on the 4 and 10 and occasionally, starting with a $5 bet, they’d get into the hundreds. And my bet stealing buddy would talk me up on my bet to the point when they hit, he’d want to high-five me. And I’d just stare at him blankly. But to avoid any further awkwardness with his raised hand, he’d pat me on the back. Private space man…private space.
Tipping the dealers. Bet across for them too. They had an interesting habit there at the Peppermill. When I’d place the bet for the point for them next to my pass bet, they’d pay it off as a place bet. Then they’d leave the $5 bet there as a pass line bet for the next point. And they’d pay themselves for the 7 and 11. Then when the next point came up, it was a place bet again, getting paid place money instead of pass money. I didn’t complain. Just noticed it and thought it was the smart way the play.
They did also lose a $25 bet of mine somewhere during the hot roll. But it seemed like a worthless point to bring up during the roll.
I didn’t tip the really hot roller (about 40 minutes), though looking at his rack, he didn’t seem to make much money. I wasn’t paying attention to how he bet. I felt a little guilty about it while cashing out, but figured he must have been ratholing some of it away or something. I was one 10 away from hitting the table limit…but the limit was only 1k. Still, it’s a goal of mine. And starting from a $5 bet, not so bad.
Catherine sent me back down to play blackjack for her, since she wanted to “work”. Won $125 on that, but it just wasn’t fun. Maybe it was the annoying drunks at the table, except you get that in craps too. Maybe it’s the cozy feel of the table that makes annoying drunks that much more annoying. Went to cash out, cause you know, it was late. Like 10:30 or something. I’m old. It’s also a lot easier to go sleep when I’m up than it is when I’m down.
Ran into the hot roller, who asked me how I did. Now, he kind of knows how I did, cause when you color up, they announce it to the table. So I said I really appreciated his roll. And I asked him how he did. He said he made 1o bucks. Which seemed like the right ball park. I mean, he probably meant for the session or something, cause on his roll, it would have been pretty hard to make only $10. He busted a don’t better out of over $500. I think you’d need to be betting just a 6 or 8 and hopping numbers constantly to make only $10. So it’s hard to make just $10, but I wasn’t going to argue with him. Or even critique his style. I just gave him $100 and thanked him for the roll.
Now, the part that didn’t have anything to do with the tipping, since that was the way my daddy raised me (just that I’m slow on the social ettiquette of it all) was that when I looked him in the eyes early on in the conversation, the conversation was much harder to maintain because they were crosseyed. Really crosseyed. Not like a lazy eye or anything. They were both on very different planes, so much so that I couldn’t even tell which to look at. Just made the conversation that much more awkward.
But he found the craps table again and when I had finished cashing out, I thought what the hell.
Well, lightning didn’t strike twice and Catherine lost her blackjack money. Though me and the hot roller exchanged head nods as I left the table.
I still left up a significant amount. An amount that on previous trips has meant jewelry for my dearest loved one. But that’s gotten old and she doesn’t even wear the items that much anymore, so I was thinking of getting a T-Mobile 8900 for myself without the contract and paying that full equipment price. $500 for a phone is kind of ridiculous. That is, untill you look at the 8900. But I can’t do that. It’d offend too many other parts of my personality. Especially since I could by an AT&T one in a few months or so and just renew my contract to get a discounted price.
But maybe I’ll get a custom paint job for the 8900…